I’m sorry.
She didn’t answer immediately.
He continued.
I can’t change what happened.
But I can spend the rest of my life proving that I choose you and our son.
Esther looked at him.
Do you still love him?
Michael looked at the baby.
More than anything.
Even though he’s not biologically yours?
Michael shook his head.
He’s my son.
The words were simple.
But Esther knew he meant them.
Months passed.
The family slowly began healing.
Michael’s mother finally told the truth about Jonathan and David.
Jonathan was found.
He and Michael met for the first time as adults.
There were tears.
There were difficult conversations.
There were questions that had no easy answers.
But for the first time, nobody was hiding.
David became part of the family too.
And Esther’s little boy grew up surrounded by people who had once been separated by secrets.
One evening, Michael stood beside his son’s crib.
Esther walked into the room.
He’s asleep?
Michael smiled.
Finally.
She stood beside him.
Do you ever think about the DNA test?
Sometimes.
What do you think about?
Michael looked at their son.
I think it proved something I didn’t understand before.
What’s that?
Blood can tell you where someone came from.
